Celebrities are full of stories about their exploits, their famous friends, who they mix with, who they work with. It’s often to do with the size of their billing, or their latest agent’s gaffes. Then there are the less famous. People like me, with stories more down to earth, but, I think, more interesting, unless you’re a fan follower.
This is by way of saying that I went to a play the other evening, at the East-West Theatre downtown, a play called “Wrinkles”. Couldn’t believe what I saw, for there, playing the lead, was my old fellow worker at, of all places, First National City Bank, Park Avenue, N.Y. 5th floor. The year was 1963, the place the computer room, midnight to 8 am shift, Burroughs check sorting machine. His name – Sab Shimono. I remember him as a delicate, shy, self-effacing youngster, wrestling with the machine just as I was.
I met him after the curtain came down, and we swapped a few stories in the car-park. He has developed into a splendid actor, and reached an age of maturity reflected in his command of the stage.
I plan to see more of Sab.
